Brummie Boy / Jobe Bellingham

brummie boy / Jobe Bellingham

summary- you doing your makeup while singing a certain taylor swift song that jobe doesn’t exactly like the lyrics to.

warnings- none just fluff!

You were fixing your makeup before going out with Jobe, in the master bathroom the pair of you shared. Your hands were busy blending in some blush and putting away your concealer.

Your phone was blasting the weeknd’s Die For You and your boyfriend joined you in the bathroom as you hummed along. He tilted his head, being quite a bit taller than you and kissed your lips quickly.

As the song changed, you let out an excited gasp, turning to look at Jobe while hearing Idris Elba’s iconic starting line to London Boy.

“This is my song!” You exclaimed over your phone.

The lyrics rang out as Jobe took a step back and watched you use one of your makeup brushes as a microphone.

“You know I love a London Boy, I enjoy nights in Brixton, Shoreditch in the afternoon,” You sang along with the audio.

Jobe had a pensive look on his faced, mixed with a smile before twisting his face to bite his cheek.

You giggled at him, and then asked, “Why the long face baby?”

His face gave a guilty smile as if you had caught him in the act of doing something wrong.

“I’m from Birmingham though. You love a Birmingham boy,” He said grabbing your waist from behind and resting his head on your shoulder.

“Hm, you’re right.” You told him smirking. Your face lit up with an idea.

The rest of the song, every time it said ‘London Boy,’ You replaced it with, “Brummie Boy.”

His face was in a bashful smile and he couldn’t bring himself to meet your eyes without smiling uncontrollably.

You grabbed his chin and made him look you in the eyes as you said “But God I love the English,”

As you finished the song, You peppered his face and neck with kisses that made him laugh until you met his lips for a long, passionate kiss.

“Can we listen to that song later?” He asked you.

You nodded and chuckled.

“Sure my Brummie Boy,”

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Drenched in desire🤍 - Trent Alexander Arnold

Summary - You've been craving your boyfriend all day when he finally decides to give you what you want.

Warnings: Smut (18+)

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You needed him. His sexy demeanour practically calling out to you. It wasn't like either of you had anything planned today anyway. Your mind was flooded with thoughts of him and his alluring mannerisms. How he would randomly kiss your neck. How he would move your hips so you could grind on his lap. How he would choke you lovingly. How he would pull your hair when he gave you backshots. He was perfect. Not even just his actions but just him. Your boyfriend was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. His dimples were a sight to see. His big brown boba eyes. Oh, they were gorgeous, especially with his long lashes which added to their beauty. His sharp jawline and big lips. Let's not even get started on his abs. Trent knew the affect he had on you and would use it to his advantage most of the time, especially today. He knew how horny you were as he had been teasing you all day.

"Baby." You wrapped your arms around his neck as you sat on his lap and gazed into his magnetic eyes. His hands instinctively held your waist. It was one of their favourite places to be.

"Yes, my love." He returned with a soft voice. That only gave you more butterflies, not helping the situation at all. That man was so good at getting you flustered.

"Please..I need you." You began kissing his neck, causing his eyes to close for a second and exhale with the sexiest sigh you had ever heard in your life. He wanted you, but he was going to keep toying with you for a little while longer. You were everything to him and it didn't take long for him to start feeling that tingling sensation in his lower stomach aswell. Your lips felt so good on his neck.

"Yeah, you need me?" You could tell he was smirking as he spoke. What you couldn't see was his eyes fluttering from the touch of your kisses and tongue. Naturally, your hips began to move in a back and forth motion, making him want you even more.

"Yes daddy." Your whispers caused his eyes to roll as your minty breath hit his skin. You were so sexy, he wanted to rip your clothes off and take you right there, but of course he was going to continue his little game.

"Mmmmm..no." He replied cheekily before you stopped what you were doing and looked into his eyes again. He was such a tease.

"Baby you've been doing this all day." You complained to him, noticing his cocky smirk as you wrapped your arms around his neck again.

"Doing what?" Trent knew exactly what you were talking about and found it sexy how clingy you were being. You needed his big cock inside of you and he needed your aching pussy.

"Teasing me." You didn't mean to show a slight frown but he could see it, only making him chuckle. Your boyfriend loved teasing you and getting you annoyed. It was practically his love language along with physical touch.

"What?" He continued giggling at your words. "No I haven't." His scouse accent was very apparent as he lied.

"Yes you have." You shot back with innocent eyes, but you were far from it. "Pressing against me, touching me, making out with me and pulling away, tryna get me horny on purpose. You're literally wearing grey sweatpants and you've been walking around shirtless all day."

"It's our house. I can walk around shirtless under our roof if I please gorgeous." His chuckling continued. He loved seeing you like this.

"Yeah but you know what you're doing." You pulled your arms away and crossed them as he began rubbing your thighs.

"I'm not doing anything." His hand were getting closer and closer to your pussy as he gazed into your eyes. You were only wearing panties and a thin white long sleeve shirt which meant it wouldn't be hard for him to take you.

"Please baby..." You begged, slowly grabbing his hand and placing it where you wanted it to be. However, he pulled his hand away when it reached, wanting to tease you a bit more. Before you could even think about saying anything, you got up, causing his eyes to follow you.

"Where you going?" You heard him say in the distance as you reached the bathroom. He did feel a bit bad as he was horny too and didn't want you to feel as though he didn't want you. He was head over heels for you and deeply in love.

You decided to take a shower, even though you had taken one this morning. You needed to calm your horniess and collect yourself. He was so annoying sometimes, but you loved him. As the water ran all over your body, you only had him on your mind. You needed him but if he wasn't going to reciprocate, you weren't going to continue. Yes, you were wet from the stream falling on you, but before that you were wet for him. It was obvious he knew what he was doing but you decided to leave him alone. If anything, you could always please yourself, however, he felt better. He knew exactly what to do when it came to your body. He knew where your soft spot was and would always hit your g-spot when you had sex. He was beyond any fantasy you could imagine. He was your fantasy at this point. You couldn't help but slide your hand down and begin rubbing your clit thinking about his cock and how it felt inside you. You were so desperate for his touch. Your finger caused you to let out little moans which you were sure he could hear but you didn't care anymore.

When you heard the bathroom door open, you immediately stopped touching yourself, making him feel kind of bad again but not so much as he had plans. The shower was see through but you turned away from him in annoyance. You listened to his movements and figured out that he was taking his sweatpants and boxers off, getting ready to join you in the shower. Even though you were irritated, it excited you immensely. He knew you were tired of his games and had enough so he was going to give you what you both wanted and needed. When he got in, his arms immediately hugged your waist as he moved your long afro hair to the side and began kissing your neck. He was rock hard already, most likely from hearing your moans.

"You like that?" He murmured against you, before he cupped your boobs and continued kissing your neck, wanting to leave a hickey.

"Yes daddy." You knew your place when it came to these moments. He liked getting on your nerves but he liked touching you even more. You rocked your head and arched your back when he slid his hand down and began playing with your clit, finishing off your job. Your moans were even louder than before. "Fuck.." He was still giving your tits attention with his other hand.

"You're so sexy my love." He let out, wanting to me you feel as good as possible. His fingers were enough to make you want to cum. You had nearly reached your high before he joined you, he was only adding to it. Aching to feel his lips on yours, you turned around to face him which he responded by gently pushing you onto the wall and pressing your lips together. Your lips moved in perfect unison, allowing your bodies to get more revved up. Your arms instantly wrapped around his neck again as he lifted your legs around his torso to pick you up. His pillow soft lips felt like heaven. He was finally giving you the attention you had been craving for all day. Trent was two things, an amazing boyfriend and excellent in bed. You really got the best of both worlds. It was always passionate with him as you could feel how much he loved you with his actions. When you made love, it was the best feeling you could ever imagine. To say the least, you both knew you were soulmates and it was very apparent when you had sex.

When you decided to spice things up again, you got on your knees, which made Trent smirk as he was ready for what you were about to do. Grabbing his big hard cock, you put it in your mouth and moved your head as you sucked him. As he watched you, he couldn't stop himself from releasing soft sighs and groans.

"Yes baby, just like that." It was evident that you were doing it just right for him. "Fuck.." Trent was on cloud nine. Carefully, he reached his hand down to your head so that he could help guide you even though you didn't need help. "Touch yourself while you suck my dick baby." You immediately did as you were told. Seeing you rub your pussy was the tip of the iceberg for him, causing him to roll his eyes back from pleasure. When he looked back down, your eyes connected, making him groan once more.

After a few minutes, Trent was close to reaching the finish line and showed you by gently lifting your head up. As you got up on your feet, he turned you around so that you were facing the glass and lined himself with your entrance, bending you over. You needed his dick even more than before.

"You ready baby?" He wanted to confirm that everything was alright before he put it in, even though he was sure you were okay.

"Yesss. Don't even think about teasing me. Just fuck me." You whined, making him release a sighing type of laugh. He needed you as much as you needed him.

He slowly slid his cock inside you, causing you to gasp. He felt so good it was insane. Without thinking about it, his hand choked your neck softly while his other hand was on your waist. You let out pornographic moans letting the man you loved take you in the shower. He started off slow before quickening his pace.

"This what you wanted all day?" Trent spoke as he pounded into you. He already knew the answer to his question as you had been waiting for his dick, not patiently. "Mmm?"

"Y-yes daddy.." You responded, reaching your arm back so that you could hold him which he reciprocated by holding your hand. You loved when he held your hand during sex. It felt so sweet in the erotic sessions you often had. You kept squeezing his hand but he didn't mind at all, only holding your hand tighter to let you know that he loved you. "Fuck.." This man was the best you had ever had and you felt so lucky to be able to call him your boyfriend. As he got deeper, he began to worry that he had hurt you when you got louder. "Trent...fuck."

"I got you baby, I got you." He let you know in a soft voice. He hadn't hurt you, he just felt heaven. Once he realised you were just in complete ecstasy, he continued pounding deeply into you. "Take this dick beautiful." And you did just that, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you did so. "You're so fucking perfect." You felt so loved and cared for. He truly was the best boyfriend. Yes, today he had been annoying, but that man would kill for you. He made you feel like a queen. "Yeah, let them out baby." He was referring to your moans as they had got even louder than before.

Time went by fast as you were getting closer and closer after a while, clenching your walls around his cock. He knew very much what that meant and made him even closer than he already was.

"D-daddy I..." You were trying so hard to speak but couldn't conjure up the brain power to do so. That sensation which built up in your lower stomach prevented you from saying what you wanted.

"Use your words for me princess." He told you, holding your hand tighter than before but not enough to hurt you. He couldn't even think straight himself.

"I-I'm..fuckk." Not being to do what you were told, you decided to give on trying to speak and focus on the pleasure your man was giving you.

"You're gonna cum baby, I know." Your walls clenched around his perfect cock more. Both of you were so close to reaching your orgasms. "Let it all out for me." Was the last thing he said before you released your juices all over his member. He came at the same time, which made it feel ten times better. "That was so good baby."

You both needed to calm your heavy breathing down before you actually showered and cleaned yourselves up after. He continued giving you the care you needed as he helped scrub your back and helped you comb through your hair as you washed it. The way he looked at you with love in his eyes, you already knew this was the man you were going to be with forever. He wouldn't want to be with anyone else but you.

The rest of the day you spent cuddled up in his arms, showing off that clinginess he liked. He felt so comfortable, you couldn't get enough of him. He was the one for you always and forever. The way he rubbed your back and gave you kisses sparked the usual butterflies in your stomach. Your arms wrapped around him had the same affect on him. You were both in complete bliss and total happiness. He was yours and you were his.

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I'm sorry I haven't posted these in a while guys. I haven't really had the time to write as I've been busy and have been going to through things but I'm trying my best to get back on track. I don't know when my next post will be out, but it is being written right now🫶🏽.

Also, I'm almost finished with ETE 2 chapter 23 so hopefully it's out by Thursday🫣

Thank you for reading and I hope you guys enjoyed! 🤍🤍🤍

Erling Haaland: (NSFW) Sex Positions

💢 All the works are pure fictions, for entertainment purposes only so please, read it at your own will.

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Erling Haaland x (female) reader

WARNINGS: SEX; short!reader.

AN: Please like, reblog and give me feedback!

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The height difference makes it practically impossible to have missionary sex so you’re forced to try out new positions, to see what works best for you.

Riding him is one of the options and personally Erling loves it. He stays seated, letting you ride him. To see you getting all flustered and sweaty, your hands dearly holding onto to his shoulders as you fuck yourself on his cock. The steady bounce of your breasts as you’re the one controlling the speed and how much of him you take. 

If you get tired, he can always move his hips from underneath you or help you ride him. His hands palming your ass, effortlessly moving you up and down like a weightless doll as you rest with your face on his shoulder, worn off.  

He definitely teases you in this position, a half smirk on his face.

“Getting tired already, huh? But, baby, this is only round 1 yet.” 

“So desperate for my huge cock. Fuck, keep going, baby.”

Doggy style is also an option, but Erling has to be careful as not to hurt you, given his immense strength. The good thing is that he goes much deeper, alongside with the primal feeling the position provides you. 

It’s usually reserved for when you need to blow off some steam, ending up in a rough sex session. It’s so intense to have him manhandle you, his fingers digging into your hips, holding you there as he fucks you.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’ll feel me inside of you for weeks.”

“Look at that, taking my cock like you’re made for it.” 

Table top is also a frequent position in your sex life, being a good replacement for the impossible missionary one. You love it when he fucks you in this position, his hips steadily meeting yours as his hand sneaks to your clit, bringing you closer to your release, facing each other. The bed/table/furniture constantly squeaking underneath your joint weights, especially when Erling picks up the pace. 

Even though these are the most frequent sex positions you guys do, you clearly end up doing more riding and table top as they’re the ones that actually allow you to face each other, something that you love a lot. 

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When I look through the tags after a long day and there's no fics waiting for me

— TRANCE

written by mina leigh 𝜗᭪ , nate jacobs 𝔁 f! reader | wc 2500

summary. nate realizes he is the luckiest guy ever. fuck maddy, fuck cassie, he was plotting for you. you’re the most perfect girl that he could’ve ever asked for.

labels. y/n is used , she her pronouns used. nate fantasizes about you innocently and quite naughty, hyper feminine reader, pet names used, mentions of obsession, praise, & stalking, VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED.

‧₊˚ ୨୧ mina speaks. i really recommend reading @annwrites multi - part fic ❝ exactly what he needs ,❞ paired with, yours truly, nate jacobs. as it was inspired by the masterpiece.

nate is in bed, staring blankly at the glow of his phone. it was some mindless scroll through his socials, yet it all felt dull. nothing grabbed his attention the way it used to. not the countless selfies of maddy’s perfectly angled poses, or cassie’s desperate attempts to catch his eye with the glossy smiles she plastered all over the screen.

he let out a breath, locking his phone and placing it face down on the bedside table. his hand trailed absentmindedly toward the blanket, pulling it up a bit to tuck you in, careful not to disturb you.

you were fast asleep beside him, your soft breaths falling into a steady rhythm. nate’s gaze lingered on you longer than it probably should’ve, his eyes tracing the delicate lines of your face. fuck, you were perfect. it was almost criminal how effortlessly beautiful you looked, even now. no makeup, no posing, no pretending. just you.

he leaned his head back into the pillow, the warmth of your presence next to him soothing yet electrifying at the same time. it wasn’t like when he was with maddy or cassie. there wasn’t that constant tension, that need to control, to manipulate. well, maybe a little. but with you, it felt… different. not better, but more intoxicating.

❝ fuck ,❞ nate muttered under his breath, staring up at the ceiling, the faint glow from the moon seeping through the curtains.

he didn’t know how he’d gotten this lucky. not that it was entirely luck. it took planning, scheming. nate wasn’t a man who left things to chance. no, if he wanted something, he took it. he figured out how to make it his, even if it meant crushing a few people along the way.

and you? you were the one thing he hadn’t let slip through his fingers.

the day nate first really noticed you, like really noticed you, something shifted in him. it wasn’t like with cassie, where she was a fleeting obsession, someone he could toy with to get under maddy’s skin. no, you were something else. something more.

it had been a regular day, or at least it was supposed to be. cassie had brushed past him in the hall, giving him a sad, hopeful glance after their situationship had gone up in flames. she didn’t matter anymore, not really. nate had already set his sights elsewhere.

and then, there you were.

you didn’t even notice him at first, just standing there with a few friends, laughing at something dumb, probably something insignificant, but to nate, it was like the world had tilted. your hair caught the light just right, that glossy sheen making him want to reach out, run his fingers through it. and your face —fuck, your face was everything. perfect lips, perfect eyes, the kind of face nate could stare at for hours and never get bored. you had that thing about you, that girl - next - door vibe mixed with something else, something unattainable.

you weren’t loud, weren’t trying to get attention like maddy or cassie always did. you didn’t need to. you had a natural confidence, something soft but undeniable. your style was all femme, skirts and cute tops, nails always done, everything just ... neat. clean. controlled. nate liked that. he loved that.

it was like the universe had handed him exactly what he’d been looking for.

but getting you? that was going to take work. although not that he ever had any difficulty getting what he desired.

nate spent weeks figuring you out. watching. waiting. it wasn’t stalking, not really, he told himself. he was just making sure he knew everything he needed to. where you liked to hang out, who your friends were, what kind of guys caught your eye. every detail mattered.

he’d show up where you’d be, casually at first, nothing too obvious. he made sure to talk to the right people, make himself seem approachable, even charming, though that part came naturally. girls liked nate. it wasn’t hard to use that to his advantage.

he noticed how your eyes would flick toward him sometimes, just a quick glance before you looked away, trying not to let it linger. it was subtle, but nate knew what it meant. you were interested. maybe you didn’t realize it yet, but you were. and he was going to make sure you realized it soon enough.

a few weeks in, he made his move. a simple conversation, nothing too forward. just enough to get you thinking. he complimented your shoes, your nails, shit like that. small things, things other guys wouldn’t notice but nate did. he saw everything about you.

he could tell you liked the attention. your smile was shy, a little flustered even, and that’s how he knew he had you. it was only a matter of time now.

the days passed, and nate played his cards perfectly. you’d started to trust him, let your guard down around him. you laughed at his jokes, blushed when he teased you, and nate reveled in it. every little thing you did only made him want you more.

he liked how soft you were. how feminine. it wasn’t just your looks, though those were enough to drive him crazy on their own. it was the way you carried yourself, the way you made him feel needed, wanted, like he was the only guy who could make you happy.

he’d make sure you never wanted anyone else.

nate was careful, though. he didn’t rush things. he let the tension build, let you get used to the idea of him being around. he didn’t want to scare you off, not like he’d done with cassie. this time, it had to be perfect.

and it worked.

the night he finally confessed, nate couldn’t hold back anymore. it had been driving him insane, keeping it all bottled up, the way he felt about you. it wasn’t just lust, though that was a big part of it. it was deeper than that, more intense. he wanted you in every way, needed you.

he cornered you after a party, pulling you aside when no one was looking. your eyes widened in surprise, but there was a hint of excitement there too. nate could see it.

❝ i can’t keep pretending, y/n, ❞ he started, his voice low, controlled. ❝ i’ve been thinking about you, about us. for weeks. ❞

you blinked, a soft flush spreading across your cheeks. ❝ nate ... ❞

❝ no, let me finish, ❞ he interrupted, stepping closer, his body just inches from yours. ❝ you’re perfect. everything about you. i can’t stop thinking about you, wanting you. ❞ his hand reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face, and he smirked when you shivered at his touch. ❝ you deserve someone who sees that. who sees you. ❞

you stared up at him, your breathing shallow, and nate knew he had you right where he wanted.

❝ i hope you understand what i am getting at, i’m that guy, y/n, ❞ he murmured, leaning in, his lips just barely brushing your ear. ❝ i’m the guy who’s going to make sure you’re happy. no one else. ❞

your eyes sparkled, a mix of excitement and disbelief.

❝ nate... i didn’t know you felt that way, ❞ you whispered, biting your lip. ❝ i always thought... ❞

❝ what? ❞ he asked, his voice dripping with possessiveness. ❝ you thought you weren’t good enough? ❞ he let out a dark chuckle, his hand sliding around your waist, pulling you closer. ❝ you’re more than good enough. you’re mine. ❞

you stared at him, wide-eyed, but then you smiled —this soft, sweet smile that made his chest tighten.

❝ i didn’t think i’d be good enough for you, ❞ you admitted softly, looking down for a moment.

nate’s grip tightened around your waist, his hand firm as he pulled you closer, his lips brushing your temple. ❝ fuck that, y/n, ❞ he whispered, his voice thick with a mixture of desire and triumph. ❝ you’re everything i’ve ever wanted. ❞

your arms wrapped around his neck as you hugged him, pressing your face into his chest, and nate let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.

he buried his face into the curve of your neck, breathing you in, his hands gripping your waist as he smirked against your skin. you were his now. completely his.

and nate wasn’t letting you go. not ever.

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